Your song-birds[[50]] taught him to convey
Mild manners in attractive lay;
While Liberty, the nymph you love,[[51]]
Braided the silken bands he wove.
On circled lawns, in secret glade,
You marshall’d thousands to his aid,
Then gave him from your woods to shine
A Cæsar and an Antonine.
There the bright wreaths of Victory grew;
And Themis pluck’d her wand from you.